There had been no time for details when Lucy had crawled into the car with the help of the two men who had found her. Unconsciousness had been calling, but Lucy was frantic to explain they had to go back and get Lynn. Fever and fear had driven all words from her brain, and Lucy had only been able to point back in the direction she had come, and then to her own heart.
The drive into the city had seemed nearly obscene to Lucy, the speed at which the car ate up the miles of road mocking the hard-earned progress they had made on foot. Lynn’s head had rocked in her lap, unresisting. The driver had braked suddenly, and Lynn had rolled with the momentum, dropping to the car floor like a bag of rocks. The men had looked back at the noise and shared a glance even Lucy couldn’t miss.
But Lynn had defied them without uttering a single word. Her heart kept beating, her breath kept coming, and Lucy’s pride in her had soared to new heights. Lucy stayed in a wheelchair by her bedside, her own IV trailing behind her, snaked with Lynn’s.
“You should get back to your own bed,” the nurse said. “You weren’t in much better shape than your mother twelve hours ago.”
“I need to stay where she can see me,” Lucy said, not glancing up.
“She’s not been conscious since they brought her in, little girl. She’s not seeing you, or anyone else.”
“It’s best I be here when she can though,” Lucy said. “Otherwise she’s likely to start killing people.”
There was a disgruntled snort; then the woman was gone and Lucy sighed with relief. “I hope she’s here when you do wake up,” she muttered to Lynn. “You should definitely meet.”
The nurse who had been on shift when Lucy was carried into the hospital was an older woman she had mistaken for Vera. She’d struggled from the arms of the man carrying her and fell forward into the nurse’s arms, weeping for joy. When her wits had been restored to her hours later, Lucy was not sure how her mind had made the leap. The only similarity between Nora and Vera was age and the ability to heal, but Lucy was thankful both for the proof that people could live long lives in the desert, and that someone was around who could save hers.
Lynn’s hand twitched underneath her own, and Lucy leaned forward, eyes searching Lynn’s face for any sign of movement. “Lynn? Can you hear me?”
One eyelid flickered, opened slowly, and focused on the needle in her arm. Lynn licked her lips before trying to speak. “Cold.”
“That’s your IV,” Lucy said, rubbing her hands up and down Lynn’s arm to warm it. “Mine was cold too, at first, but you get used to it.”
“IV?”
“Yeah, it’s like a vein with water in it, and they pour it into your body, kind of,” Lucy said. “So don’t try to move a whole lot, ’cause you’re connected to it.”
“Hurts,” Lynn said, weakly lifting her other arm.
“That’s ’cause they started the IV over there yesterday,” Lucy said, trying to remember everything Nora had explained to her as she rolled her over to Lynn’s bedside. “Your veins were flat like . . . like a worm that’s been stepped on, you know? They switched over to this arm today, and had a little more luck.”
Lucy brushed her hand over the deep purple bruise that had formed in the crook of Lynn’s other elbow. “You relax for now. There’s no reason for you to be worried, or . . .” Lucy trailed off, searching for the right word. “Or scared,” she finished.
Lynn struggled to open both eyes and gave Lucy a brief glance before they slid shut again. “Why do you look scared then?”
Lucy tightened her grip on Lynn’s wrist. “You were so close, Lynn. You were damn close to dying.”
“Close to nothing,” Lynn said vehemently, though it cost her breath to do so. “You said I wasn’t allowed to die without you. I’m still here.”
Lucy’s throat closed in on itself, and she fought against the tears, not wanting Lynn to open her eyes again only to see her crying. “Yeah,” she said. “You are.”
“Where the hell is here?”
“It’s a city called Las Vegas.”
“Well,” Lynn muttered as she dropped back into unconsciousness, “shit.”
Nora showed up later, her warm hands soothing in the dark.
“Lucy, are you asleep, little one?”
“Grandma?” Lucy asked, her groggy voice heavy with sleep and hope. There was a reassuring pressure on her arm, but the answer was disappointing.
“No, it’s me, Nora,” she said. “I’m here to check on you. You fell asleep in your wheelchair.” Clarity descended, and though it was pitch-dark inside the hospital, Lucy could feel Lynn’s alertness in the bed next to her.
There was the screech of the brake being taken off, and then Nora was rolling Lucy toward her own bed, the unexpected movement making her nauseous in the dark. She put her head down and felt Nora’s hands moving over her hair. “You all right?”
“Wasn’t ready to move is all,” Lucy said, taken aback by the easy familiarity with which Nora touched her. Though Lynn’s affections were true, she rarely showed them through touch.
“I’ll warn you next time,” she said gently, and Lucy felt strong arms beneath her as she was shifted over to her bed, the neglected sheet shockingly cool.
“Did your mother wake?”
“No,” Lucy said, relieved the dark masked her lie.